siena dictates for cat named pig

Siena’s usually pretty geared up after her bath. Flying all over the place, shaking her body, spinning the towel as if she were a matador (matadoress?). It’s also the time when she gets most potty-mouthed. Tonight was a little twist on her usual “butt-butt, bado-booty” talk we’ve come to just try to ignore, unless we’re out in public. This isn’t really a conversation we had, but try to picture this:

Siena had just played a game with Elliot, still in her towel wrapped around herself. I asked her to get pajamas on. She walked away to her room walking/dancing in a sort of chicken strut with the wings flapping, towel thrown to the side, singing, “It’s a butt dance. It’s a butt-butt. It’s a butt-dance.

I could only position my body so Elliot didn’t see and started singing “Humpty Dumpty” to him, so that we didn’t have two chickens strutting in our house singing about dances involving butts. I then made sure Sir Mix-a-Lot was not on the iPod.